In the midst of conditions; but what are called conditions includes both states of affairs, essentially passive, random in cause and deterministic in effect - but changing in time -, and centres of influence, active, self-reflexive, overdetermined and dynamic as well. You find yourself inescapably in this, of this, and at the same time you are doubly aware of the entire tangled, interwoven network itself - once by way of your individual perspective, as the ground for your figure, and once again as it is in itself, the objective view, the view from outside, from nowhere, in which you appear as a single and isolated point. There are thus three outlooks, your subjectivity, your objectivity, and objectivity itself, the latter being the perspective of the Other, and these are closely imbricated, convoluted, entangled - the word that keeps coming to mind is un enchevêtrement. Intuitively it is simplified: there is you and there is a centre of gravity to the event, two energetic centres that are linked by intensive flows. As and when you are the protagonist of the story then you have effectively captured the centre of gravity and things appear right side up. But with a change in conditions the balance shifts and the centre of gravity draws in and captures you; you are no longer the protagonist, surfaces are everted, flipped inside out, you no longer recognise yourself but feel more bound to yourself. Your self-feeling in disengaged from the dynamics of the event and rebounds from closer at hand. You break and melt away in eddies but then you re-form, oddly persistent like a standing wave. And these fibres that criss-cross the field, that ripple and gather, bunch-up and bloom, bang and crunch, are made of what? Attention, intention, and most of all the play of contingency and coincidence.